Haotian and Mugong also returned. Haotian looked distressed and complained, "Bad luck! It's a draw—were they faking it or what? I bet two thousand spiritual power on that."
Mugong also wore a bitter expression. "Daoheng and Qingxu made a killing off this. No way, since this match was held in my Heavenly Court, we need to collect a venue fee. I'm going to go demand it from them." With that, he turned and left.
Ran Dongye led Liu Baodao to the entrance of a private box. The room number was 8, which clearly indicated it was no ordinary room in Brandy.
"Third Brother, you've got to be kidding me! A herniated lumbar disc is something old people get!" Li Qiguang wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"You probably touched a goby or a catfish." Most fish secrete very little slime, but these two species are particularly slick, and they also like burrowing into holes.
The team members running in front felt two gusts of wind closing in from behind. Looking back, they were startled to see two large wolves, half the height of a person, baring their white fangs right behind them.
Having spoken the thoughts in his heart, within a fraction of a second, he transitioned from that forced shred of sobriety into deep unconsciousness. Sima Guangguang looked at the drunken Yang Wei, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Wei Yang's gaze tightened. Although his current strength still couldn't compare to heavyweights like Rodman or the God of War, his divine sense was far beyond what ordinary people could match. He instantly caught the approaching aura, but this time it was already too late to dodge.
The smile on Ye Wudao's face gradually widened. Meeting an old acquaintance in a city he wasn't very familiar with always felt like a pleasing sight.
However, after sweeping the muzzle of their guns around the room, they realized that all the thugs in the house had fallen to the ground. Some were dead, some unconscious, and those neither unconscious nor dead were left with only half their lives, gasping for breath and unable to move.
This maneuver was executed with exquisite precision, leaving the few remaining pseudo-king-grade magical beasts either frozen into works of art by dragon breath or beaten into bloody pulps by the ice crystals.
However, his subordinates had not witnessed the scene with their own eyes that day, so they could only report their own conjectures back to the Ghost Prison King.
"I never expected Fellow Daoist to be an array master," Wu Guang said with a hint of envy as he watched the other's nimble movements.
At this moment, Dark Child did not immediately take Chen Yang away. His green, fiery eyes stared fixedly at the middle-aged man chasing after them, his gaze brimming with deep fury.
Su Ye was well aware of this phenomenon. At first, he had wanted to defend himself, but as such instances grew increasingly common, he simply couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.
"The Soul-Devouring Banner? I've never heard of it either, but judging by the literal meaning, it's a banner made using a thousand ghosts. What on earth could they be doing that requires so many ghosts?" the old fraud analyzed between drunken hiccups.
The instant the drums sounded, those four words flashed through everyone's minds. Although the world of cultivation had no such items, they knew that in mortal warfare, such things were used to boost morale.
The demon-underworld roc was a hundred zhang long, its feathers pitch-black and hard. When the red light struck its fully spread wings, it let out a sharp screech and began to struggle. Yet the red light possessed immense magical power; the roc was firmly locked in its grasp and unable to break free.
Qi Yuan, on the other hand, was well-versed in medicine and it was entirely reasonable for her to carry golden needles and medication with her.
Almost everyone in the harem had received favors from Consort Liang. Sure enough, the moment Su Ye's voice trailed off, before Consort Liang had even expressed her stance, countless people immediately began speaking up on her behalf.
There was a tough battle to be fought tonight, so Shen Zhiyan naturally had to bring out her strengths to clash with Liu Ruyan.
Besides, even if one wanted to oppose him, they couldn't; otherwise, when the First Generation unleashed a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, it would be embarrassing for everyone. That's right, I'm talking about you, Danzo.
Dong Yuxie was twenty-two years old and Dong Xiaoxiao's biological younger sister. Dressed in a floral dress, she exuded youthful vitality while carrying the grace of a white swan. Her temperament was truly peerless.
Although Liu Xu claimed she was instigated by Consort Meng, apart from that handkerchief, the Bureau of Punishments found no other evidence of their collusion.
Deep within the Daoyue Slope burial ground, that heaven-defying fortune could only belong to the supreme being behind them, untouchable by anyone else.
The others also emptied their heads out of the baskets, and the guards, not daring to be careless, inspected the contents and immediately reported the findings.
The eunuch dogs had influence, but the manor of the Marquis had it too—not to mention how closely the Marquis's manor was currently aligned with the Imperial Grandson.
"This double-branch peony is a bit too flashy. Wearing it right now isn't quite appropriate. Get me the hibiscus and red gemstone golden hair-dian from my bag instead." Gu Xiling chose the hair-dian style, passing over the luxurious double-branch peony golden hair-dian.
After pursuing for about half an incense stick's time, the blood trail on the ground vanished. The surrounding grass was trampled and disheveled, and Lu Yao and the mercenary group had no-one knew where gone.
The information Zhen Shifeng possessed regarding the Truth Sequence was far too scanty, making contact with other trustees to acquire sufficient intelligence an urgent priority. Thus, shortly after exiting the script, he received an invitation to a gathering from Fortiler.